Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
MDC,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.